#MySexySaturday {105}: A kiss says it all...

So once again it's time to participate in #MySexySaturday.   This week Lynn is challenging us to show what sexy is. It could be anything, the way your hero walks, the way he holds his woman, or in the case of my hero from Under His Domme's Control, it's all about how Steven gives over to his wife.   Don't believe me, check out the snippet below, then make sure to hit up the rest of the wonderful peeps on the blog hop - the list is at the end of my post.  I know I'm looking forward to getting ready to get my fill of smexiness....happy Saturday peeps!

Snippet: 

Hope lightly tapped the flogger against her outer thigh, her only outward tell of how nervous she was. One wrong move on her part and she would take what she hoped to be a darkly erotic experience and turn it into one of true pain. Anal pleasures done right could send her sub soaring, or break his trust. It was her responsibility to make it so pleasurable that Steven would beg for it in the future. A shiver raced down her spine at the thought. It was all she had been able to think about as she driven home. The desire to watch as he struggled to accept her will, even as his body imploded with a brutal all-consuming pleasure that bordered on pain. 

She took a deep breath as he stopped at the second to top step. With their height difference, it put him directly at eye level with her. The desire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed since she’d left him at the shop; instead, it had merely been tempered by an uncertainty – one she wanted to banish. 

Leaning forward, she kept her gaze on his while she slipped her hand behind his neck. A gentle tug, closed the distance between them. She brushed her lips over his, once again savoring the faint bitter flavor of her cream. She gave a soft growl, before nipping his lower lip. His lips parted on a moan, giving her access to all of him. Tightening her grip on the silky strands at the base of his neck, she thrust inside, tangling her tongue around his – exploring every inch of his moist mouth. She swallowed his soft groans as he strained to be closer, while keeping his arms crossed behind his back. She could feel the tension rising within him, the ever-present need for more. What had started out as a kiss of reassurance had quickly turned carnal. The type of lip lock that would end up with her pinned between the wall and her husband’s hard body – if she didn’t stop it now. 

She tore her mouth away and released her hold on his hair. 

His gaze, a molten toffee, begged for another taste. “Ma’am…” 

“Playroom, now.” She forced a hard edge into her tone. 

His nostrils flared, and for a second, she thought he’d fight the order. Instead, he licked his lower lip, and gave her a slow smile. “Yes, Ma’am.” 

Blurb:

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow. But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender? 

BUY ON AMAZON

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Sensual Thursday {16}: Savoring Her Dominance

After taking a week off to promote the Ice Cream blog hop, I'm excited to share another a snippet from my upcoming release, Under His Domme's Control. Tentatively scheduled to come out (as long as no gremlins muck up the works.) on August 5th, I hope you enjoy a sneak peek in the dynamics between Hope, an experienced Domme, and her husband, Steven.  It takes a special man to submit to his woman - but I do believe Steven finds the rewards well worth it.  

300 Word Snippet:

“Yes, Ma’am.” Steven rose to his feet and winced when the tight crotch of his uniform pants pinched at his hard-on. Now, that he didn’t have his face buried in Hope’s sweet pussy, his cock was making its displeasure known. Despite his aching balls, the contentment he felt at giving over to his wife was addictive. In her arms, he didn’t have to be in charge of anything. He could relax and let her take them where she wanted. He didn’t have to be the perfect lover who controlled every move. All he had to do was listen to what his mistress wanted. The idea he could simply be her man had unleashed a side of him he’d never experienced with any of his previous lovers. 

One that I never expected to love – which is probably why Ma’am rocks my world each time we come together. 

“Up on the bench.” 

Hope’s words startled him out of his thoughts. “Yes, Ma’am.” He pivoted, then hoisted himself up on the bench. 

“Unfasten your pants. I want to play with my cock.” Her demand sent shivers down his spine, but he obeyed, his fingers fumbling in their eagerness. 

A sigh of relief escaped him as his cock almost exploded out of its confines when she brushed his fingers aside, parting the heavy material. The draft of humid air caressed his bare aching flesh – almost like a lover’s touch.

“So hard.” Her tone was almost sad as she looked up at him. “Does it ache, sweetheart?” Her thumb brushed across his glans before her hand wrapped around his length.

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {99}: Its time...

Once again it's time for #MySexySaturday! In this week's edition, Lynn wants to us to find those snippets about our heroes and heroines keeping it sexy.  A tall order if you're writing a book about a new couple. But lucky for me Under His Domme's Control is about an established couple. One that has been married for several years - so enjoy Steven and his Domme, Hope.  And don't forget to stop by the rest of the peeps blogs.  They always have something yummy on tap. 

Dakota 

Snippet: 

Do you trust me, Steven? 

With the memory of the first time she’d asked the question at the forefront, he swallowed hard and gazed up at the lit window. Just like on his wedding night, his apprehension ebbed away as Hope pushed back the curtain. Even not being able to clearly see her expression, his nerves settled. She just had that effect on him. Happy, sad, angry or even frustrated, that sexy moody bitch was his. His wife. His lover. His mistress. No matter her role after ten years, he loved her and knew she’d never truly hurt him. She would give him what he needed. 

He blew out a ragged breath. It was time. 

Time to face the music. 

He rolled his shoulders, then exited the car and pocketed his keys. He took one last glance at the dark shadow against the window, watching as she moved away – more than likely to wait at the top of the stairs for him. His punishment awaited, and in it he would find his salvation. And if his cock enjoyed the hell out of it – all the better. 

Opening the front door, he took a moment to kick off his shoes and toss his keys in the bowl on the credenza. He twisted the lock on the door, and set the alarm. He wasn’t stalling – just being neat like his mistress wanted – or so he told himself as he performed his nightly ritual of securing their home. Even though the crime rate was almost non-existent in their neighborhood, it satisified some primal part of him to protect his wife.

“I’m waiting.” The two words floated down the steps and sent a shiver up his spine. It was time.

Blurb: 

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow.  But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender?

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Sensual Thursdays {13}: Giving up control

It's been awhile since I've done a Sensual Thursday, but I thought I might as well bring it back.  So here's the scoop - each Thursday I'll be bringing you a 200-300 word snippet from a current WIP or just released book.  Along with some kind of smexy eye candy.  Just a little something to jazz up the blog.  

So since I've got a shiny new short, I'm going to show it off.  It's a story I took from a simple flash piece that was less than 2000 words and grew the sucker until it was over 8000 words. (Just because I loved the characters so much and wanted to give them more. So feel free to enjoy Steven and his mistress, Hope.) 

Snippet: 

It was at times like these she sometimes wondered why Steven put up with her demands. Especially when she’d pushed him too hard, hard enough that his release had tried to stall out on him. Perhaps it would always be a mystery, or maybe it was her dominant drive during sex that tripped her husband’s submissive trigger. Whatever it was, she was eternally grateful that her obsessive compulsion to understand why she needed to dominate had her reading and exploring every aspect of the lifestyle before her marriage. She might have not had actual intercourse – wanting to save her virginity for her future husband, but as a resourceful woman she’d made sure she could take care of her future submissive’s needs. 

Of course, she’d taken a very big risk on her wedding night by waiting for her new husband wearing nothing more than a lacy negligee, holding a pair of soft leather restraints, and a nurturing a hope that the submissive streak she’d glimpsed while they’d dated hadn’t been an illusion.

“Ma’am…” Steven’s slurred mumble, as he pressed his face against her palm, drew her back to the present and the submissive who needed her reassurance. 

“Shhh…everything is fine, love. You’ve pleased me greatly.” She continued to touch and comfort him. He’d flown high – not as high as she’d planned to send him, but high enough for now – for this place. She needed him to be able to drive himself home.

Blurb: 

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow. But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender?

2015 ©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Monday Moans {1} - Submission

So just like everyone else, I dread Mondays.  I don't know why, in my EDJ I sometimes have Mondays off - so it can't be the fact that it's the start of new work week.  Maybe it's just because it's Monday.  Anyway, I usually need a little pick me up, so I'm going to share my inspiration for  today's writing. Enjoy as I head back into the editing cave to put the finishing touches on Under His Domme's Control. 

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {98}: Down and dirty....

Once again it's time for #MySexySaturday! In this week's edition, Lynn has urged us to find those perfect snippets about our "sexy man". We're to..."make them hot, make them sexy and make us sigh in anticipation...".   Hopefully everyone is up to this challenge...cause I can't wait to read about all the sexy men - young, old, hunk or the average boy next door...I'm not picky.   

With that being said, here's my  contribution.  It comes from my up coming  release- Under His Domme's Control (and yes Esther this is a kinky femDom story that will tug at your heartstrings as much as it does other...parts of the anatomy.)  Enjoy! 

Snippet: 

She peeked between a stack of tires leaning precariously to the left. Making sure to avoid touching the dirty rubber, she slipped into the garage bay. The sight of her husband as he hefted another pair of tires up and onto another stack, sent a strong surge of desire through her. Shirtless due to the heat, wearing nothing more than pair of work pants and heavy-duty work boots, Steven was the epitome of a man’s man. She always got a secret thrill knowing that her amazing Alpha husband was a closet submissive. 

Even the memory of their early morning encounter was enough to get her engine revving, especially when she noticed the significant bulge straining the fly of his pants. The idea he’d done as she requested drove another surge of lust through her, which had her pussy leaking against the fine French lace of her thong. She was tempted to touch herself - but that was her slave’s job. When he turned to grab another set of tires, she could no longer resist the overwhelming temptation to join him, especially when she saw the tattoo stretching between his shoulder blades. Tribal in design with her club name in the center, the ink proclaimed him to be hers. And right this moment, she wanted her man. 

“Slave, present.” Even as the firm order passed her lips, she relished his reaction. Both tires hit the ground with thuds, before rolling across the concrete. Steven’s eyes widened with surprise, as he glanced around the shop. It didn’t take a mind reader to know what he was thinking. It was nearing the end of his work hours, but there was still a chance of a customer coming in. If he obeyed, he was risking get caught with his pants down, literally, or he could refuse and accept the consequences of his refusal. 

After their last round with punishment, she was kind of surprised he was wavering. Two days of being unable to serve his mistress was usually enough to get him to do whatever she wanted. She let ten seconds pass by as he mentally debated. As always, the choice was his, but she was getting impatient. 

“I didn’t stutter, slave.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Either you do as I asked or accept the consequences, and we both know how much you love those.” 

As she suspected, he’d decided that he’d rather take the chance of being caught than risk a night of watching her masturbate and being unable to assist. His hands went to his belt and within moments, he stood there in all his glory, his upper body streaked with smears of grease, and Lord have mercy, his hard cock jutting out of his nest of closely cropped dark pubes with his pants around his ankles. 

Picking her way across the floor, she stopped inches from him, savoring his smell, a unique combination of his aftershave and honest to God sweat. She wouldn’t say anything about the boots this time. The last thing she wanted for him to do was step on something on the shop floor. As long as his package was bare for her touch, she was happy. “Have you been good today, slave?” She kept her eyes on his. 

Whew....after checking out the blurb below, be sure to visit the rest of the peeps on the Linky List!

Blurb: 

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow.  But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender?

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.